This is a song about "Rounds pounds grounds"

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

And talk about houses that they’ve burned to grounds,

140 pounds, 5'6 from the ground

They can’t even come around

The thunder pounds, the stomach growls escape crack dealers,

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

But if you keep it underground, the corporate thunder pounds,

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

"contemplate", i wrote about her

I'll got three rounds like stephen bonner

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

Like taking off a sheer hundred pounds of nothing but weight,

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

If i can't get money i'd rather be down some pounds

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

Ill hunt them down with motherfucking rounds (bang)